Three simple rules. All I had to do was follow three simple rules, and I’d complete graduate school. Rule #1: Ace my tests. Rule #2: Complete my assigned clinical hours. Rule #3: Do not fall for the doctor at the aforementioned assigned clinical placement. Well…two out of three ain’t bad, right? Rule #3 would be so much easier to follow if Finn, that jerk of a doctor, wasn’t so handsome. The two of us mix about as well as oil and vinegar. If opposites attract, why does my flight response kick in whenever I’m within a two-foot radius of Finn? After a failed engagement that ended in heartbreak, you’d think I’d be the one drowning in my own bitterness, but Finn is doing that enough for both of us. I guess there’s a reason he’s aptly earned the nickname Dr. Dick. Three simple rules. All I had to do was follow three simple rules, and I’d never have to see Dr. Dick again. There’s only one tiny problem… I think he might be growing on me—the grumpy, pessimistic man I never saw coming. I just might be what the doctor didn’t order…